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Oh, sons of north

So proud and strong

Together

Entwined are their tales

Of tragedy for ages foretold

Born into this world

Cold, yet full of hope

Both sons raised as one

By blood, bound

Disgraced, the proud son fades

Far from his father’s grace

The second son

Now takes his place

In this world so cold

Where all these tales unfold

The tale of betrayal

Untold

Disgraced, the proud son wails

With tears on his face

His dreams of glory

Now gone

Ooh…

Tale of an heir uncrowned

The proud, firstborn son

Hopes of glory gone

His dreams now undone

Ooh…

Tale of an heir uncrowned

The proud, firstborn son

So began the tale of…

Brotherslayer!

Bereaver!

Betrayer!

Heir, now standing forlorn

Gazes upon the throne

He will claim it with might

As is his right

Ooh…

Tale of an heir uncrowned

The proud, firstborn son

Hopes of glory gone

His dreams now undone

Ooh…

Tale of an heir uncrowned

The proud, firstborn son

So began the tale of…

Brotherslayer!

Bereaver!

Betrayer!